What is so difficult about reading this, KS, is that like the other writer you and I discussed-without-naming, when struggle porn pays, there is absolutely no motivation whatsoever to get better. We all wanna get on that lifeboat to validate where we are in life, until said lifeboat sinks on us. While I appreciate the shoutout, one of the things that can backfire at times (knowing that this is unintended) if someone reads my stuff then the implication feels like well, if SHE can do it, why can't YOU? You and I both know that's not the case, but it can feel that way.

I battled eating disorders for forty goddamned years. The healing of that HAD to rise from inside. The same way that choosing to redirect my eating habits had to rise from inside. I would be hard-pressed to claim that had I been making a shitton of money from struggle porn, I'd have been willing to heal publicly, and here's why: look at the scorn heaped on Adele for losing weight. Look at the hate directed at vegans who had to return to meat to stay alive. There go your rabid followers. Christ, you can't win.

However again to your point and the larger issue, barely five percent of us who lose, win the lifetime battle. Barely that. That's because the choice to be fit, the choice to be healthy, regardless of size, is the lifestyle choice that you mention. THAT is what it takes. No more, no less.

Finally, while on one hand I might agree that to a point, eat less and move more does help, it's not the only answer. It's one step, but obesity has proven to be very pernicious in ways we still don't understand. Generational obesity- kids born to be obese because Mom was- is a thing. Very complex. I don't have the answers, and I would argue that nobody does. However, wallowing in sugar ain't it either.

And BTW, I had a stash of those truffles to. Before I got kidney stones, anyway. Yes, I ate them. Yes, I got sick as a fucking dog. No I didn't feel better. Which is why, when I am in the grocery store, I honest to god no longer even see the chocolate. It no longer exists for me. That took me seven fucking DECADES.

This should have been an article. Sure is long enough. Now I gotta go work out, after a breakfast of broccoli.